A sinister existence in the crowd
I heard him talk in the background,
" . . . earliest accounts I possess of my progenitors."
That's him . . . handkerchiefly speaking.
But certainly sensuous.
He pulled out my apron-strings,
And hand me a pocket handkerchief.
That's it. I'm naked in front of him.
I can't miss!
"Madamoiselle will have the goodness to give me ten francs."
"If only you would scrub my toes and kiss my shoes . . ."
I'm an excellent princess.
You're better than Rome!